#my hero this semester

[mxgoldenwood]

I'm… mildly obsessed with the title of this paper I found, which I WILL be using for a research project.

image description: screenshot of a title page with text in all capital letters

Ioan P. Couliano The University of Chicago Dr. Faust, Great Sodomite and Necromancer

[herbarimoon]

Did you get enough love, my little dove

Why do you cry?

And I'm sorry I left, but it was for the best

Though it never felt right

[terra-mala]

I’m back in my mha era

[splo0shh]

The reason why he wears shades

[theaonlax]

A quick lunch break

[schlechtenhunde]

"Hi, Dad."

That hurtful hand, poised, and bubbling Motor Oil—

Charred Tinsel curtains the sky and you’re crawling back from

Graveyard dirt underneath the Smiles of nails, frothy soil—

A fucking joke, Hit Me Again, better when I’m numb

Mottled skin flayed away just to Bite the hand that burns—

Started with hurt then followed by Detergent and Faltered acetylcholine

Sugary blood, ichor, sulfur water from the Carsick’s wheel yearns—

I watched that repulsive disappointment glaze upon your eyes, growl to clean

And maybe we watch Those cockroaches sniff your our smoky failure—

Empty heart, winter Nights, look at me, see me, watch me, tell me who’s the real VICTIM

They’re all over our necks, you, me, we, us, don’t you want a kerosene SAVIOR

Ice bath hounds, instinctual panting, and Azure will be your our last Symptom

Fire’s breathing until I’m snowy ash and there to stay

But I guess Hell never ever really bothered me, anyway.

[ra-vio]

It snowed today

also my blog turned 10 this month and i usually draw these two to celebrate

[amethyst-chan4]

EraserMic doodle that I liked so much I colored (there's more coming I'm just not done with the main spread yet. Using the entire page as a warmup section when I need to). Also yes I did and am using headcanons for both of them so no they are not entirely canon accurate.

[graythegreyt]

solitary hero au: why doesn't marinette go to school? did her parents pull her out when chloe started bullying her or...?

HIHI THANK YOU FOR THE ASK I LOVE ASKS!!! GIVES YOU A KISS ON THE CHEEK

The short answer is: Marinette is now Paris' only hero and their last line of defense against the akuma! She has no partner to rely on to handle the akuma in her absence, and no insurance that people won't discover her identity if she needs to bolt out of class. So, she's become a hero full-time in order to remedy this.

I can't imagine that her parents would be happy with this arrangement, though, and the fact that their 14-year-old daughter will be quitting schooling to train to be the solitary hero of Paris as well as the guardian inheritor of an entire practice of magic-- well, it wouldn't sit well. They may have even turned away the Order at first, but if they were to do that I think Mari would at length chase after the Order behind their backs and accept the mantle of the Miraculous by herself. Begrudgingly, and eventually, her parents would have agreed to support this, but would have been very uncertain about it. I can't decide right now whether Mari would keep living with her parents or come to live with the Order, but maybe she splits her time? Remains to be seen I think.

I feel Mari would be constantly restless and yearn for the connection that school can bring though. She would, of course, not miss the bullying, but sometimes she sees her friends in the distance and daydreams what would happen if she could be there with them too, if only for a day. What would change?

She signed up for this, though. She can't-- she won't-- go back until the threat of abused magic is defeated. And of course, until the threads of reality spinning the makeup of the universe stop singing to her too.

[xabi0407]

more bnha fankids (part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4)

sero x shinsou - satsu (札)

sero x shinsou - main (心)

sero x shinsou - tetsu (綴)

check out my commissions

[coatas]

just in case i dont get to post the full thing by the end of this month…

[herbarimoon]

"There's nothing wrong with yearning for warmth"

(Хотеть тепла by Ploho)

[cheesehambu]

My naem is Fur

I'm very small

My stack of papers

Is so tall

That I can't see

What's up ahead

If it's a demon,

hedge or bed

And with much speed

And not much grace

I trip and fall

Flat on my face

But it's all well

I get back up

Brush off the dust

And get my stuff

I try my best

It's not a lot

I try my best

And that's enough

-poetry anon (I think tumblr might have eaten my formatting on this one)

My poor small baby🥹

[splo0shh]

bwuh, i wanna draw so badly man but I have so many assignments to do and assessments are piling in. Why am i always motivated draw when I have no free time to draw at all, AHHH-

i HAD to draw something so here's some zashi doodles I did on a crappy piece of testpad :']

[adrift-in-thyme]

🫂 I'm so sorry, I hope everything works out okay (and that the other people in your group step up omg 😭)

- hero-of-the-wolf

Thank you 😭

I hope so too

[raineandsky]

Frienemies

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The villain sidesteps the hero’s punch with the same shit-eating grin they were wearing the other day. “You missed,” the villain says lightly as their fist swings into the empty space.

After the villain came across them at the bus stop, the hero had feared the worst about their work, but they’d been quite happy to continue their usual misdeeds and annoying dodging of the hero’s punches. The only aspect remaining of that evening is that grin the villain has that they wish they could slap off the criminal’s face.

“Oh, don’t muddy the face, dear,” they continue as the hero rounds on them for another go, their fist just brushing against the villain’s hair as they lean back from their fist. “I have a date tonight. I want to look my best.”

“As if you could ever get a date,” the hero finally retorts, and the grin they get at the response is ecstatic. 

“You think too low of me, [Hero].” Their body is poised for the edge of the roof, about to make another one of their easily preventable escapes. “I think I’ve found someone quite special.”

-

The cafe is quieter in the evenings, and Jace is forever thankful for that. They got out from the agency half an hour ago, their hero persona discarded at the door, and they barely had time to make themself look half-decent before heading here.

The bell to the cafe tingles lightly as they push it open, and someone at one of the tables jumps up excitedly at their entrance. “Jace!” the villain – or Maxi, they suppose – calls with a quick wave over.

They smile as Jace sits opposite them, the expression almost kind. “I didn’t think you’d actually call.” Maxi pushes a drink towards them – a caramel latte. Their favourite. “I’m flattered you did though. Wasn’t sure if we were good enough friends.”

“Why’d you get this?” Jace gestures to the drink in front of them, and the grin returns. The adrenaline of the fight is missing though, so instead of leaping across the table at them Jace just scowls knowingly.

“You always go to the coffee shop outside the agency and get one,” they say as if it's obvious information. “What, do you not want it? I’ll have it.”

Jace raises the cup hurriedly to their mouth to stop Maxi as they lean across the table, relieved when they lean back again in their chair as they take a sip of it. It’s nice – warm, not too hot, with just the right amount of caramel to balance out the coffee. First the umbrella, and now the oddly flavourful drink. What’s with the pleasantries outside of work?

“I heard that [Villain] was going on a date this evening,” Maxi continues, their voice laced with amused pointedness, and Jace’s scowl only deepens at the words.

“I doubt that,” they say flatly, admittedly a little smug when Maxi deflates. “I don’t really see why anyone in their right mind would like them.”

“They’re not that bad really–”

“You’re siding with the person trying to level the city every week?”

Maxi opens their mouth to defend themself, but the silence that follows proves how nothing comes to mind that saves face as a civilian. Jace takes another innocent sip as their gaze turns to the table worriedly.

“Do you really think they’re that bad?”

Jace meets their somewhat pathetic gaze with dismay. Are they really doing this now?

“I think us civilians generally don’t like the guy trying to destroy our stuff all the time,” they say pointedly, and Maxi nods like they’re taking mental notes. “I don’t think they’re a lost cause, though. Just... on the wrong tracks.”

“As if the heroes are on the right ones,” Maxi spits a little too harshly.

“I thought you wanted me to rant about my boss, anyway,” they cut in quickly. Probably best for the both of them if they’re not loudly announcing a dislike for the agency. “And you don’t have the excuse of a bus to leave this time.”

Maxi perks up a little at that. “More fuel to the fire,” they say lightly, their previous bitterness gone. “Do tell.”

Jace tells them about how the superhero made a show of embarrassing them in front of all their colleagues and how it resulted in a snowball effect across the whole agency – how the receptionists clearly developed a newfound distaste for them, how the other heroes looked down on them, how they spent a fiver in a vending machine that didn’t dispense anything. The superhero has somehow singlehandedly ruined their reputation with everyone within a five mile radius of the agency, and it’s ruining everything.

Maxi hangs onto every word, leaning their face on their hands against the table in fascination as they talk. They only make a noise when Jace finally stops speaking, a huff escaping them like they were holding their breath.

“You should quit,” they offer unhelpfully.

“Kind of hard with my job,” Jace retorts with a shrug, taking another nonchalant swig of the drink. “They can hate me but I’m still needed.”

“Hm,” is all Maxi says, and the pair fall into silence.

-

When the hero walks into the agency the next day, they’re greeted by a rather frantic looking hero. “[Hero]!” He grabs them by the shoulders and they flinch at the vice-like grip. “What the hell did you do?”

“I– what? I don’t know.” They look past him, their gaze falling on a group of heroes and agency workers gathered around one of the reception desks, watching something on the computer behind it. “Did something happen?”

“Your villain, [Hero]!” He shakes them slightly as if that will make his words go in better. “They’ve gone off the rails! [Superhero] is dead.”

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